ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by woly

"For your information I was training to be a warrior. You best be grateful while you get your ass beaten I have to fix it. You could just die without me." the enby snarled, standing up and facing the molly. "Im doing everything right considering Im doing more then learning how to bat at leaves. I use those leaves to cure you." they had a sarcastic tongue, but usually never as insulting as Auttumpaw had showed to be and it made them bitter. "I know what an apprentices faces every day growing to be a warrior, big dreams to be the best warrior in the clan? To maybe grow to have a mate and kits, train your hardest to show your clan you are loyal. Raise your head in pride as you go to gatherings..." they curled their lip,"but youll die before youre an elder to see all the work youve done, all to waste." they would in no way hurt the molly. Seeing as they were a med cat they could not unless they wanted to risk getting deranked, and they didnt want that. "Some of us dont get to live that dream, every time I close my eyes I see more then you have in your short exsistance. You were a kit a bit ago, but still act like it. Im sorry that I may not be the best, but Im all youve got." their tail lashed, fluffed out in size due to agression. They were tired from not sleeping, they were tired of seeing things every time they slept. They couldnt sleep from nightmares, they couldnt handle being away from cats like this. "So get out of my face and sit down in a damn nest while I do a check up."

[Daypaw uses they/them pronouns. And its okay !! take your time.]

{Hmm..... Im gonna make it so Autumn is the biggest ass, and doesn't like it when cats arent the 'right' Gender. Also, I am terrible with pronouns. I don't know why. This happens with make and female characters aswell.}

The Cream she-cat toppled back indignantly, fur puffed up and eyes slits. "Idiot. No need to be a self-rightcheous freak who can't have a Normal gender. Pick one, stop pretending to be so special and great. You don't have nightmares, you're just an attention seeking fox who whines about everything. Oh, I'm sad, Oh I'm tired, oh I can't do anything and act like everyone is beneath me." She muttered cruelly as she sat down. And the freak has to heal me, good riddance, no cat should be like that. Autumnpaw crossed her paws over, inspecting the way her tan fur slowly turned ginger. Her white paws were going slightly brown, a side affect from the seasons changing. She stared at the medicine cat, smiling. "They say tat a cat will be who they are, no matter what. But thats not true. They delude themselves into thinking they are a special gender, sometimes acting like they are the opposite gender. Terrible, don't you agree Daypaw?" She mewed casually. "And just to make things clear, your a quivering coward who acts like they are so special, inventing genders, and somehow being picked to be medicine cat. The EE was terrible, but they didn't have cats wo acted like they were so great."

{Hmm... Maybe Autumnpaw could be his nemesis? Just a thought~}

[graves]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

{Hmm..... Im gonna make it so Autumn is the biggest ass, and doesn't like it when cats arent the 'right' Gender. Also, I am terrible with pronouns. I don't know why. This happens with make and female characters aswell.}

The Cream she-cat toppled back indignantly, fur puffed up and eyes slits. "Idiot. No need to be a self-rightcheous freak who can't have a Normal gender. Pick one, stop pretending to be so special and great. You don't have nightmares, you're just an attention seeking fox who whines about everything. Oh, I'm sad, Oh I'm tired, oh I can't do anything and act like everyone is beneath me." She muttered cruelly as she sat down. And the freak has to heal me, good riddance, no cat should be like that. Autumnpaw crossed her paws over, inspecting the way her tan fur slowly turned ginger. Her white paws were going slightly brown, a side affect from the seasons changing. She stared at the medicine cat, smiling. "They say tat a cat will be who they are, no matter what. But thats not true. They delude themselves into thinking they are a special gender, sometimes acting like they are the opposite gender. Terrible, don't you agree Daypaw?" She mewed casually. "And just to make things clear, your a quivering coward who acts like they are so special, inventing genders, and somehow being picked to be medicine cat. The EE was terrible, but they didn't have cats wo acted like they were so great."

{Hmm... Maybe Autumnpaw could be his nemesis? Just a thought~}

"Guess you are just as selfish as you came off as soon as you opened your mouth." The small cat spat. They faced this every day, this type of resistance to what they identified with. "My gender isnt any of your business, so why stick your nose in where it doesnt belong?" They wouldnt stoop to the mollys level, disrespecting her because of her gender. They were mean at times, but never insulting low blows like that. "You dont know me, you dont know what Ive been through, Im older then you, so Im not surprised a young mind is clouded with self centered righteousness." they formed a low growl in their throat, claws extending and digging in the ground. "I heard about your mom and how she died," Daypaw said coldly,"just because she died at a medicine cats paws doesnt mean she did mine. Get over yourself and off of your high horse, acting like you know my whole story. acting like you know my personality when weve only spoken this once, acting like you know genders when you dont know the half of it, acting like you know everything-" their voice cracked out of anger at the last part. "You dont." the enby snarled. "If you are going to be disrespecting me, Halestar can deal with you instead," the small feline pushed passed the molly and slinked out of the den, tail lashing in anger. "Ill be right back."

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by tawny~

Winterdream felt adrenaline kick in her as she lunged, claws sheathed, for if she did unsheathe them, she would hurt him pretty badly, as many did in the Dark Forest, and that forsaken place was far in her past now, and she didn't want to think about it all that much. By training by herself, she also meant training in the Dark Forest, for some moves were learned from their, and not by herself. Yes, she did make some on her own through intelligence, and going off other other moves she had learned from the dark forest, and from her mentor, her beloved mentor. As the tom talked, she didn't give no warning, as she sprung flipping herself over, and if she calculated right, Sparrowpaw would fling off her, not to hard, on the ground. "When in battle, you have no time to talk, unless you want to get way more injured because of not focusing on fighting." Winterdream advised sharply, tail twitching, excitement, but a stern, and slightly amused gaze flashing in her optics.
Training was such a satisfying thing to do, and she knew oh so well how much some apprentices really liked battle training. "But...," She gave a small pause, before continuing, "you are right about that, but it all depends on the grip, if you have good grip, you will be assured that you will stay on, but remember you grip will loosen if you are on their back for too long, or if they try to flip over to get you off, gravity will not be on your side on this, so be prepared to hang on tight." Winterdream spoke, grooming her fur to wait for him to get up. Training with apprentices was always rather fun for the Turkish Van, it really was, and her adrenaline always pumped when that happened, it was fun to show off her moves to, to show that you don't need a mentor to train.

"Oof" SparrowPaw hit the ground with a thud. But picked himself right back up again. "Yes, I agree..." he puffed "but...I have my claws sheathed so I wouldn't hurt you. But I know in a real battle that unsheathed claws give you a pretty much guaranteed grip every time. Plus, what strange cat doesn't use their claws in a battle?" He purred jokingly. Dust floated around the grounds and sand clung to Sparrowpaw's bracken coloured pelt.
(Yeah I had a little bit of writers block for a while)

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Bella~

She frowned slightly "You don't need to know what I was talkitalking about! It is none of your concern" Her hackles bristled slightly. She watched him closely hoping her brother or friend would step in.

Originally Posted by Hamilfan416

(Nice)

"You still haven't answered my previous question" Smokejaw growled to th She-cat as he walked around her.

Coldhearted silently took a couple licks at his chest fur, at first lost in his own world of his mind. His thoughts raced about dreams and sleep. Something that he would had gotten of it weren't for that brother of hers walking in and catching them in an act of snuggles. And though Coldhearted enjoyed the small feeling of her warmth upon his body. Now, all he wished for was quietness, but it seemed like around every corner, someone was bothering them. And, now it was a new tom. Coldhearted felt his fur bristling slightly at the new scent and he turned his head to see another tom. The ginger and white tom got to his paws, lashing his tail to the side. He let out a growl of his own. "Who you think you're being aggressive with?!" He stated, lowly, unsheathing his own claw in case anything broke out. Shadowclan cats were unpredictable. That's what Coldhearted knew best, but Starclan knew that this tom would never allow anyone to walk over such a generous cat like Cloverwhisker. "She's not obligated to answer anything you ask." He says, stepping a tad bit closer to Cloverwhisker, and eyeing the tom as he circled around her.

Originally Posted by RedHead

(SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!)

Wolfglare huffed once more. Why would he be nice just to know her name? In his opinion, he was being nice. Well, not nice, but honest and trying to make the best of this situation. Yes, that was it. Wolfglare could always figure out her name from any other cat in the clan. Not that he wanted to that is, he was just assuring himself that that was a possibility, and he didn't have to rely on her. Wolfglare couldn't believe that she actually thought her little "threat" would work on him. Didn't she know him? Oh that's right, she didn't. Most cats didn't, and that's why Wolfglare had stopped expecting things out of others. They would never fit his expectstions. Every cat was too different. And Wolf accepted that.
Her sudden outburst startle Wolfglare a little bit. She had suddenly just become super defensive. That was a sign of an unstable cat. Wolfglare didn't like unstable cats, there was no way to fully understand them. He got to his paws to walk out of the den without a word, his icy hues holding an emotion of calm. "You can tell a lot about who a cats going to be by what they act like right now. Its just logic." Wolfglare turned to leave, but her next question stopped him. Would I make a good leader? Wolfglare turned, staring the she-cat down. "Oh no, I know I would be a horrible leader. I can't lead a clan." This was one of those times where You could actually tell that Wolfglare was always telling the truth and being honest. "I just know that there are other cats who would make an excellent deputy."

{it's certainly alright!! Just take your time }

The she cat gave him a sly look, a sort of lopsided grin placed on her muzzle, and she curled her tail around herself. It was a shame that she didn't know or remembered his name. Did it actually matter? Not really. At least in her opinion, no name really mattered. Though they were clan mates. And maybe would have to work together if Starclan called to it. Did he believe in Starclan? Chrysanthemumshade wondered this, but did not dare to ask the question. She could already tell that he would retort with something aggressive or sarcastic. Chrysanthemumshade wouldn't exactly dub the tom as the sarcastic type. More like he would remark with something mean. Something sinister, but not evil. Even if he gave her a shiver, she couldn't possibly assume that he was such a cat.

Chrysanthemumshade felt her tail thump out of anticipation. Where exactly did he think he was going? Without so much as a goodbye? The grey she cat felt herself fuming at the disrespect that he was displaying. She was ready to turn away herself. He was not her ideal of company. And, frankly, he gave her somewhat of a chill. "You're logic sounds stupid." Well, there she goes. Her big mouth spilling unnecessary remarks that should had stayed within her mind. She let out a small gasp. One for her sudden outburst. And the other that she was not ready for whatever comment he would make. Maybe he would attack her for offending him. If she had offended him. He was such a peculiar tom. Insulting her, insulting her sister, always seemingly...gloomy. Or, was that the right word? Most likely not. She preferred something along the lines of stoic, emotionless, indifferent. Those would work perfectly.

"I meant that...you can't just assume a cat would be the same. Cats change as time changes." She rephrased herself. Again, this cat gave her a weird chill. She felt like she was in one sided argument. He looked like he would have accounted argument for everything she believed in. "It's called development." She rolled her eyes, and picked up one paw to give it a lick before bringing it over her head. But her words didn't stop him from leaving. And, she let out a huff of her own.

Her ears had perked at hearing his voice once more. The she cat turned towards him, blinking. What a response he had given her! One that surprised her much as well. The fact that he could be considered humble with such a rude attitude. At least he had the guts to admit such a thing. Chrysanthemumshade knew most cats carried a swollen pride, and believed that they could do better than most cats at leading a clan. Chrysanthemumshade would cringe at the hard work, and preferred to stay a warrior at best. And, she would had laugh if it weren't for his next remark. Perhaps a gander at insulting her sister once more? However, she suppressed a growl, and calmly breathed on. She got to her paws, swishing her tail to the side for a moment. Chrysanthemumshade tried to be a friendly cat towards everyone she passes, but some cats just loved to be on her mean side. The tom--she couldn't put him in any place at the moment. Quite frankly, she was intrigued, yet afraid of him. Then, she was annoyed with him. His attitude mainly.

"If given the chance, don't you think those cats could had made great deputies?" With the many cats that Halestar appointed as deputy, the grey she cat felt that none were given s chance to prove themselves. And, she agreed that Shadowclan needed a strong deputy that would eventually take the place of Halestar, but she also felt that this tom was being quite biased when it came to her sister. Why wouldn't Cloverwhisker make an excellent deputy? Or the deputy before her? What was her name again? Moondancer...?

Chrysanthemumshade padded forward, tilting her head to the side. "It seems like nothing can ever satisfy you," she teased, though her voice sounded rough. "I suppose you know what traits makes for an excellent deputy?"

[Hamilfan416]

Originally Posted by Noire

Coldhearted silently took a couple licks at his chest fur, at first lost in his own world of his mind. His thoughts raced about dreams and sleep. Something that he would had gotten of it weren't for that brother of hers walking in and catching them in an act of snuggles. And though Coldhearted enjoyed the small feeling of her warmth upon his body. Now, all he wished for was quietness, but it seemed like around every corner, someone was bothering them. And, now it was a new tom. Coldhearted felt his fur bristling slightly at the new scent and he turned his head to see another tom. The ginger and white tom got to his paws, lashing his tail to the side. He let out a growl of his own. "Who you think you're being aggressive with?!" He stated, lowly, unsheathing his own claw in case anything broke out. Shadowclan cats were unpredictable. That's what Coldhearted knew best, but Starclan knew that this tom would never allow anyone to walk over such a generous cat like Cloverwhisker. "She's not obligated to answer anything you ask." He says, stepping a tad bit closer to Cloverwhisker, and eyeing the tom as he circled around her.




{it's certainly alright!! Just take your time }

The she cat gave him a sly look, a sort of lopsided grin placed on her muzzle, and she curled her tail around herself. It was a shame that she didn't know or remembered his name. Did it actually matter? Not really. At least in her opinion, no name really mattered. Though they were clan mates. And maybe would have to work together if Starclan called to it. Did he believe in Starclan? Chrysanthemumshade wondered this, but did not dare to ask the question. She could already tell that he would retort with something aggressive or sarcastic. Chrysanthemumshade wouldn't exactly dub the tom as the sarcastic type. More like he would remark with something mean. Something sinister, but not evil. Even if he gave her a shiver, she couldn't possibly assume that he was such a cat.

Chrysanthemumshade felt her tail thump out of anticipation. Where exactly did he think he was going? Without so much as a goodbye? The grey she cat felt herself fuming at the disrespect that he was displaying. She was ready to turn away herself. He was not her ideal of company. And, frankly, he gave her somewhat of a chill. "You're logic sounds stupid." Well, there she goes. Her big mouth spilling unnecessary remarks that should had stayed within her mind. She let out a small gasp. One for her sudden outburst. And the other that she was not ready for whatever comment he would make. Maybe he would attack her for offending him. If she had offended him. He was such a peculiar tom. Insulting her, insulting her sister, always seemingly...gloomy. Or, was that the right word? Most likely not. She preferred something along the lines of stoic, emotionless, indifferent. Those would work perfectly.

"I meant that...you can't just assume a cat would be the same. Cats change as time changes." She rephrased herself. Again, this cat gave her a weird chill. She felt like she was in one sided argument. He looked like he would have accounted argument for everything she believed in. "It's called development." She rolled her eyes, and picked up one paw to give it a lick before bringing it over her head. But her words didn't stop him from leaving. And, she let out a huff of her own.

Her ears had perked at hearing his voice once more. The she cat turned towards him, blinking. What a response he had given her! One that surprised her much as well. The fact that he could be considered humble with such a rude attitude. At least he had the guts to admit such a thing. Chrysanthemumshade knew most cats carried a swollen pride, and believed that they could do better than most cats at leading a clan. Chrysanthemumshade would cringe at the hard work, and preferred to stay a warrior at best. And, she would had laugh if it weren't for his next remark. Perhaps a gander at insulting her sister once more? However, she suppressed a growl, and calmly breathed on. She got to her paws, swishing her tail to the side for a moment. Chrysanthemumshade tried to be a friendly cat towards everyone she passes, but some cats just loved to be on her mean side. The tom--she couldn't put him in any place at the moment. Quite frankly, she was intrigued, yet afraid of him. Then, she was annoyed with him. His attitude mainly.

"If given the chance, don't you think those cats could had made great deputies?" With the many cats that Halestar appointed as deputy, the grey she cat felt that none were given s chance to prove themselves. And, she agreed that Shadowclan needed a strong deputy that would eventually take the place of Halestar, but she also felt that this tom was being quite biased when it came to her sister. Why wouldn't Cloverwhisker make an excellent deputy? Or the deputy before her? What was her name again? Moondancer...?

Chrysanthemumshade padded forward, tilting her head to the side. "It seems like nothing can ever satisfy you," she teased, though her voice sounded rough. "I suppose you know what traits makes for an excellent deputy?"

Smokejaw let out a yawn, trying to look relaxed in the midst of this,despite being scared. He could smell his own fear scent and tried to calm down. He could smell that the she-cat and tom where just as tense as he was. Smokejaw unsheathed his claws as well to show he wasn't afraid to fight. He stop circling Clovewhisker. He stepped back and got into a hunters crouch. "And now another question is added to my list" he muttered to himself. "Who are you?" He growled to the tom.

[Barnabas]

@Little Bird

Blarepaw woke up in his nest with a long hard yawn. "I slept in! Oh no! I should be out hunting or patrolling!" yowled Blarepaw in distress. He stood up, stretching his back legs as quickly as he could. The apprentice began to look for Gingerpaw. "Gingerpaw! We should go hunting!" meowed the young cat searching for his friend.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

@Little Bird

Blarepaw woke up in his nest with a long hard yawn. "I slept in! Oh no! I should be out hunting or patrolling!" yowled Blarepaw in distress. He stood up, stretching his back legs as quickly as he could. The apprentice began to look for Gingerpaw. "Gingerpaw! We should go hunting!" meowed the young cat searching for his friend.

Gingerpaw raised her head, and heaved a yawn. She blinked and turned her gaze on Blarepaw. "Why should we?" Asked the orange apprentice. "I'm tired and our mentors haven't asked us too." She said, backing up her question, that was more like a statement.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

Gingerpaw raised her head, and heaved a yawn. She blinked and turned her gaze on Blarepaw. "Why should we?" Asked the orange apprentice. "I'm tired and our mentors haven't asked us too." She said, backing up her question, that was more like a statement.

"Well we can't just stay in here and do nothing. The clan needs all the cats they can get." complained Blarepaw. He was almost ready to run out of the den if she didn't get up. "Unless you don't want to be a warrior." He teased a bit. The apprentice licked his paw and drew it over his head.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Hamilfan416

Smokejaw let out a yawn, trying to look relaxed in the midst of this,despite being scared. He could smell his own fear scent and tried to calm down. He could smell that the she-cat and tom where just as tense as he was. Smokejaw unsheathed his claws as well to show he wasn't afraid to fight. He stop circling Clovewhisker. He stepped back and got into a hunters crouch. "And now another question is added to my list" he muttered to himself. "Who are you?" He growled to the tom.

Coldhearted gave the other tom a sly smile. He was not in the least bit concerned, or threatened from this other tom. In fact, Coldhearted could smell the fear emitting from the other tom. The ginger and white tom would had chuckled, but the situation was not a laughing matter. Coldhearted brushed his tail alongside Cloverwhisker before he swiftly hopped out her nest. Turning to the tom, he gave him an unreadable expression, giving a yawn of his own. ''So much for a nap today.'' He murmured with a roll of his eyes. ''Depends on what side you choose to be on.'' Coldhearted answered to the other tom. Coldhearted knew he wasn't obligated to answer the question, and quite frankly, he didn't feel like fighting. He was hunting all day. He was tired. But, he also wanted to be ready when Cloverwhisker wanted to go on a patrol. Especially since she asked him, and he told her he would go. ''Just know I'm not going to waste time fighting you. After all, I have no interest in fighting clan mates.'' The ginger and white tom states, baring his fangs.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

"Well we can't just stay in here and do nothing. The clan needs all the cats they can get." complained Blarepaw. He was almost ready to run out of the den if she didn't get up. "Unless you don't want to be a warrior." He teased a bit. The apprentice licked his paw and drew it over his head.

"Hey!" She playfully growled. "I'm just saying no one told us to hunt or patrol." She said with a flick of her ear. Then, pulling herself to her paws, she gave her shoulder a lick.